Here and Now

Homesick I remember  how my breath would hover somewhere  between hope and longing the curious loneliness of watching you sleep missing you while you were dreaming without me... carefully trying to nestle beneath your lifeless arm placing your hand to rest against my heart silently pleading "I am here" my own arms  never enough Never enough... to keep my wanting contained Angela Minard 2015©

Wilting I reach up to touch my cheek the warmth where your fingers had been... Knowing only my own feelings desperately thirsty  for more My skin must feel like sand crumbling beneath your hands quickly turning to dust  as I walk away Hearing the smile in your voice as you greet someone new I reach up to touch my cheek Angela Minard 2015©

Photography by~ Aleksandr Manamis We are here at 3:00 a.m. without words to soothe  O ur wounds o ozing  Sticky, Messy, Gaping Holes The darkness is not cool against our skin The shadows do not loom We are here Eclipsed to sit inside our knowing Without escape